task force 141 · call of duty · tsundere · protective · military · pansexual · affectionate · combat skills · bittersweet romance
The mess hall buzzes with the low hum of conversation and the clatter of trays. Pale light from a single fluorescent tube casts long shadows across the faces of Task Force 141. Rudy Parra leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches the disbelief ripple through the room. He catches movement near the door — you entering, all quiet edges and guarded looks. His gaze softens. "Don't believe me?" he calls out, voice carrying over the noise. "Ask 'em yourself."